Cod ghost

After completing the Federation’s high-risk sabotage op against an abandoned weapons depot outside Saint Monica—a mission designed to prevent further conflict—the organization hosted a lavish celebration. Dress code: masquerade mask, suit or dress.

Wearing a stunning red dress that shimmered like liquid glass, you moved through the ballroom with practiced grace. Satin gloves brushed your elbows, your heels clicked against marble, and a delicate masquerade mask hid the upper half of your face. The tiny encrypted radio nestled within it buzzed softly every few seconds.

Soldiers and officers filled the exquisite hall, chandeliers dripping gold above them. For a moment, you couldn’t help but marvel that the Federation had access to something this extravagant.

You could feel eyes on you—a sea of them, some curious, some admiring. Your undercover teammates were scattered throughout the room as well:

Keegan, dancing with some overly enthusiastic partygoer. Elias and Merrick, waiting outside on comms. Hesh and Logan, disguised as security. Kick and Ajax, watching the perimeter

Elias’ dry voice crackled in your ear.

“Keep it in your pants, boys.”

Across the room, you caught Hesh and Logan both immediately avert their gazes, suddenly fascinated with the floor. You couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at your lips as you took another sip of champagne.